Feed The Machine


I hate, with all the passion I can muster, the machine that is capitalism. If I watch the news I end up shouting and screaming before laying in a bath crying because everything seems just so wrong. I am easily angered by inequality, and what I perceive as selfish actions. I've said before, and I'll say again, that I did not vote for this government. I did not ask to live in a society like this, I believe in capped rents, a living wage (don't get me started), freedom of movement and information. I believe that we're all worth something.

Sadly though, sometimes we have to feed the machine.

I pay my bills and I pay my council tax. I dutifully pay my rent to a landlord. I try to buy local food from the greengrocers and support independent shops where possible. I was saddened when the local art shop closed, and sulked over the realisation that art materials would now need to be bought from bigger chain-store outlets.

I like to think of it as a game, that it becomes a challenge to source and use items and food stuffs from independent and ethical retailers.  Although I'm just one small person I like to think that all this makes a difference. I like to recycle and I enjoy dropping off bin bags full of clothes at the charity shops.

It's these important ideas that underpin a lot of my artworks, it's the idea that each one of us matters and each one of us has a story. It's that in using the internet as a tool we can collaborate and foster community. That none of us are an island. That even though you and I may not be friends, we can still support each other. If I have to feed the machine, I want to create my own machine that needs other forms of sustenance. I want to feed the machine that is my soul.

I'm moving next week, if you follow me on instagram you may have found out that my current landlord is trying to sell his property so I had to find a new place to live.

If you follow me on twitter you'll know that I have two projects that I'm looking for contributors and collaborators. I'll talk more about this later, but for now, why not take part, my loves? (Email me)

the discursive gallery

feed the machine